Writing Update

The perks of being married

You know when you’ve written your hero into a precarious situation, and suddenly get stuck, thinking How will he get himself out of this situation?

Say the hero was pushed against a door by a mean, old drunkard, who squeezed the hero’s neck with one hand, and had caught one of the hero’s hands with his other. Yes, only one, the other of our hero’s hands is in his pocket, and drunkard didn’t notice.

Seems easy enough to get out of, I suppose, but our hero was surprised by the drunkard’s presence, and he was also exhausted after doing physical labor all day.

But I knew he would get himself out, as soon as the surprise wore off. I just didn’t know how. I’m not really a fighter.

“Honey, are you busy?” I asked my husband, deciding to call in reinforcements.
“No, why?”
“Would you mind standing here by the door for me for a second?”

He didn’t mind, and I positioned him the way our hero was positioned. Then I tried to be the old, mean drunkard, but bearing in mind that my husband is seven inches taller than I am, it wasn’t super easy. It’s hard to be mean and threatening when you can barely reach his neck to pretend squeeze it.

“Now, how would you free yourself?” I asked
“Well, I’m not really stuck, am I?”
I sighed. I might even have rolled my eyes. He’s so literal sometimes. “You have to imagine that I’m your height, that I’m pinning your body against the door with mine, and that this is a real grip on your neck, not a careful one because I don’t wanna hurt you.”
“Ah, ok,” he said and pushed himself closer to the door for good measure.

And then he went ahead and showed me how he would get away from my grip. If it had been a real, menacing one, that is. 😁

So now you know. If you ever read Find His Way Home and get to the point where Elliot is pinned to the door by his father, this is a behind-the-scenes story. 😁

Husbands are pretty great sometimes. (Most of the time).

About Nell, Writing Challenge

Day 24 #30DayWritingChallenge

Write about a lesson you’ve learned the hard way

I don’t handle stress well.

I had a very busy job back in Sweden before we moved to Malaysia. I’d worked my way up in the company and secured a somewhat successful position, with decent pay. At first I liked it. It challenged me and and made me think in new ways, and I looked forward to going to work.

But over the years things changed. There were cuts in the company, resulting in more responsibilities and even longer hours for me. I had a demanding boss that was impossible to please, who wanted me to finish projects with no resources or help. My work situation finally became unbearable and my stomach ached when I was going to work.

Six months before I moved to Malaysia some personal things happened on top of all the work stress, and that was the final drop. I powered through the situation because I’m stubborn as f*ck, but when I arrived in Kuala Lumpur I spent the first year lying on a sun bed by the pool, doing nothing, trying to slow down.

And even if I feel better now, I can’t handle stress. When I have too many plans or too much to do I break down and cry, and my eczema breaks out.

I try to avoid it as much as I can, but it’s not always possible. But I will make sure I never end up in a similar situation I was in before again. I can’t handle it.